User blog comment:Llamao/ The Revolts of the Dreaded Lands/@comment-3474228-20110625203252

Sliscaer marches out of his castle, at the head of about 250 soldiers, armed and ready. He halts and screams out. "We march t'the rabbet camp! We massacre them, leave nobeast alive! An' Judas..." His eyes hardens. "Judas is mine!"